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venting. i tend to vent. complain. bitch. a lot. it is the way i deal with problems. just let it out to another person. rather than always face the conflict dead on. it is something i am trying to work on. but i also think it is good to vent about somethings. its not good for the soul to keep everything tucked in. finding a balance between both. and not being a gossip. that is my goal.

vacation. i didnt get to post this on friday. for one. i was preparing for my trip. and two i felt it was only appropriate to save the topic for a summary of my most recent vacation to bentonville. with a late start. i had to finish taking care of the doggies. and then someone decided to get into an accident along the highway. my foot was cramping from holding the clutch down for so long. ugh. we were finally on the open road.


alas we arrive in arkansas and stop at the first walmart. for booze. and for bathing suits. after almost peeing my pants from laughter. we all pick out the most horrendous suits for the hot tub at the hotel. (some of us did not forget their suits.) i did. and was forced to wear too tight boy short bottoms. which i felt gave me camel toe with the stitching up the middle. and a tacky bikini top with see-thru mesh going down to my waist. there was no photography taken during this period of the trip. and walmart does not carry this item online for me to showcase on here. the top might make an appearance at a later date and time. possibly a float trip. or halloween costume.


the rest of the weekend was spent. visiting the very first walmart in downtown bentonville. which is now a museum. shopping. (i found a new purse. yippee). pedicures. at an asian salon with a bidet toilet seat. untitled and i were very tempted to just try it out. obviously while not on the seat. then fast forward to the hot tub scene. this was followed by more random events. that include eating lots of crawfish. drinking hurricanes. meeting the locals. dancing. laughing. watching a girl dance with crutches. having the random men at the dejavu night club propose marriage. then they realized we were not related. ha.


it was an interesting weekend. a nice trip out of town. with wonderful company. although we kept getting the same question. what are you doing here? why did you come here? and i forgot to mention the hoby convention was being held at the hotel too. so there were many tweens running around. and we were mistaken for them multiple times. "is that a hoby out of her room past curfew?"

today when i returned to work. i received the below message from my mom. i think she was very worried:

Hey,

Are you still alive? How was your weekend?

love, mom